Last month we were making that terrible drive from Utah to Texas. (26 very long hours) To make the drive even more horrible my middle child, Cameron, picked up the flu from his grandparents. I felt bad making the poor kid suffer in the car, but I was afraid John would get sick, and then it would take us another week until we could get home. So, we drugged the little guy up and hit the road. I think the combined facts that he was sick, tired, in a car, and drugged, Cameron would suddenly shout odd things. He would shout them in a panic that would make you think we were going to crash if you so happened to be sleeping in the car (me). This is what he would scream:
"Something is bothering me!"
I thought maybe his stomach hurt or he had a headache. "What is it?" I asked.
This next statement he yelled when the car was perfectly quiet except for a movie playing on the dvd. "My name's Cameron! Why are you calling me something else?"
And finally he screamed, "Why are we going backwards!" He was in strapped into his booster seat and I know the car was driving 75 mph on the freeway, forward.
Next, you just have to watch the Hoff. There, now you have that song stuck in your head too. OOGA CHACA, OOGA CHACA!
Last Sunday I took the boy's to a birthday party at Kim's house. They had the "snake lady" there who would pull out snake after snake and let the kids either touch the snake, or go running for your life. Cameron was a holder, and Ethan was a runner!
Kim has a sister named Roxanne. Although Roxanne and I only see each other a couple times a year I consider her a friend. Whenever the snake lady talked about a snake eating a rat, or swallowing a rat whole, Roxanne would make remarks like, "Katrine, you need that snake!" Or "Katrine, maybe you can borrow that lady's snake!" I immediately began wondering how Roxanne knew about my Hotel For Rats. I know I didn't tell Roxanne. Did I tell Kim? No, I didn't. I couldn't understand how Roxanne knew of my rat problem. It was making me feel very self concious and paranoid. Like someone was watching me and my rats.
Well, it finally dawned on me. I have a blog! hello! One thing about being a blogger is that you write things down, and then poof! Those things I wrote are gone into cyber space and gone out of my mind. So, Roxanne and Kim, if you're reading this drop me a comment, email, or phone call. Are you reading me? And all others, please humor me and leave me a comment. Are you reading me too?